I Have Tasted The Moon Poem by James McLain

I have tasted the moon where you are
It tastes of the earth's other side.
Could it be other kinds of fruit and
Mushrooms one thinks,
For those whom give thought yet afraid
Where they live to speak out.

Just as a bowl rocked back and forth
Leaves a taste where it no longer does.
Where apple's grow it is sweet and a common
Voice that you know from the past knows
It is so.
I have tasted the moon where I am does it
Not show?